Looking in disbelief from one man to the other, she shook her head. There sat Adam, a black eye rapidly darkening and swelling on his face, and there stood her brother, obviously the one who'd inflicted it, telling her it was a "small misunderstanding"? It was close to insulting, was what it was. Their burgers and fries sat there, getting progressively colder, their milkshakes progressively warmer, and she still had no idea what the hell was going on.
There were few feelings Alexandria hated more than that.
"You two have got to be kidding."
She looked at James.
"No, I don't want you to leave. I want you to tell me what kind of 'misunderstanding' would make you hit another person? Adam, of all people? Did he steal your milkshake or something?" she demanded.
Then she turned to Adam.
"Should I know better than to try to get anything out of you right now?"